Rollpanna exists as a duality, her essence torn between clashing origins. Crafted to be Melonpanna’s courageous companion using pollen from the "Flower of Pure Heart" and melon juice, her destiny twisted when Baikinman corrupted her dough with Bacteria Grass. This fusion birthed twin hearts: a red heart igniting bravery and kindness upon seeing Melonpanna, and a blue heart sparking malice when encountering Anpanman or hearing his name, forcing her to assault him against her will. To shield others from her divided soul, she retreats to mountain solitude, emerging only when Melonpanna’s cries pierce her enhanced hearing or Baikinman provokes her darker half. Though burdened by instability, her quiet resolve centers on guarding her sister and supporting allies like Shokupanman and Currypanman. Brief respites from her inner war surface in tender alliances—gardening with Shokupanman briefly silences the blue heart’s pull, revealing flickers of hope. Swift flight and a lethal gymnastics ribbon define her combat prowess, the ribbon whirling into tornadoes or binding foes. Exposure to Bacteria Grass or emotional turmoil triggers her metamorphosis into Black Rollpanna: gray-black turban, crimson eyes, and a ribbon crackling with petrifying electricity. A rarer, graver transformation—Complete Black Rollpanna—unleashes when her hearts are forcibly split, erasing her identity to leave only annihilation in her wake. Her chronicles dissect duality and fragile redemption. Nightmares of failing Melonpanna haunt her, while films like *Roll to Laura, Ukigumojou no Himitsu* and *Futari no Rollpanna* dissect her fractured morality through extreme transformations. Baikinman’s schemes strain her resolve, yet Melonpanna’s bond lingers—hesitation mid-attack betrays the red heart’s enduring whisper. Visually, her white turban (emblazoned with a crimson "R"), cyan cape, and glowing hearts mirror her shifting allegiances. Though *Niji no Pyramid*’s specifics remain uncharted, her overarching saga paints a figure ensnared by creation’s flaws, wrestling external puppeteers and inner fractures. Each choice teeters between safeguarding loved ones and succumbing to engineered chaos—a perpetual dance of control and compassion, etching her path as both weapon and guardian.